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August 30, 2006

Heads up: Red Scarf Project 2007! If you didn't make last year's deadline due to cluelessness (like yours truly) and felt like kind of a shit when you saw all the pretty stuff your fellow knitters made, here's your chance. You can't say you didn't get enough notice, now, can you? Kick off for the project is at the NYC Knit Out (which I will be attending, by the by, after brunching with my darling friend Ben at Blue Water Grill, so excited to see him, it has been way too long).

If you live in The Vegas and have two left feet, my dear childhood friend Kara has a solution for you: Shine Dance Studio! She just took it over this month, and we are so happy for her. She will no doubt be transforming the children of Vegas into little Isadora Duncans and creating an army of middle-aged sexxxed-up salsa dancers. Love!

So anyway, in other news. Mr. Pink got the newish issue of GQ in the mail yesterday and was made slighly uncomfortable by the very porn-ish photos of Troy Polamalu. Hee. The accompanying article was properly (and awesomely) crazy, with discussion of Mr. Polamalu's spiritual beliefs and dietary restrictions and friendship with former Steeler Chris Hope (the most amusing yet poignant section), but for reals, the attention-grabber was the sheer crotchiness of the photos. Troy, I feel like I should at least buy you dinner after seeing all that!

August 24, 2006

Part of me thinks that the elation I feel over the clearance of the Morning After Pill for over-the-counter sale is just a result of 6 years of Bush insanity, so I am eager to celebrate anything. But the other part of me thinks my joy is due to the fact that this is an amazing (if obvious) step for women, men and everyone in between. Yay, science! Hurrah, reason!

Regarding Forbes' oh-so-wise caution to its readers (which apparently does not include any women, which is hysterical because the only person I have ever seen admit to reading that fucking rag was this female VP at an old job) to not marry career ladies: oh my God, seriously, are you kidding me? Where are the Forbes-reading men of America even going to find jobless chicks to marry? Or wait, could this be the long-awaited solution to that illegal immigration thing Lou Dobbs is always rambling on about?

But of course, it is true, my friends and I are hideous women who won't even handwash their husbands' boxers while our brisket broils and bake a pie after popping out identical twins and hand-washing the floor while giving a blow job. We're some kind of castrating bitches, and you should feel real bad for our spouses, who must content themselves with the blow jobs alone.

(By the by, I find it HI-larious that Forbes took down the article in question, which someone forwarded me when it was first put up, and tried to pretend the whole thing was this really planned-out debate or whatever. Good save!)

August 23, 2006

Hey, how come we have not talked about this book becoming a movie yet? One of my favorites! So let's start with the open casting call for 80s-stylee refugees in the 'Burgh last weekend.

And then let's move on to my opinion of the announced cast so far: Sienna Miller as Jane, terrible idea; Peter Sarsgaard as Cleveland, rad idea. For Jane they need someone less showy-pretty, maybe a Thora Birch (does she still get work?) or Jena Malone or someone like that...actually, hmm, Jena Malone, that's sort of brilliant of me, I hope I will get a job directing the movie now.

For a long time I have been sort of intrigued by Joe Scarborough because he seems like a honest-enough fellow with a pretty sharp intellect who just disagrees with me a lot. I thought he was really fascinating as part of MSNBC's 2004 campaign commentary team (the pairing with Ron Reagan was inspired) in particular. So believe you me, his interview with Salon made me feel smug about my own insightfulness.

August 22, 2006

I am not too proud to admit that I am very excited about playing Madden 2007 tonight! Or, uhm, rather, watch Mr. Pink play since I am not really very good with the video game thing (except, obviously, for Soul Caliber in its many iterations, which I love because you get to be a girl in pretty dresses who beats the shit out of people -- so best, and basically the realization of all my loftiest goals).

I have some snarky comments about Bush's reading list (60 books? Shouldn't he be, like, busy or something?) but it seems like it undermines my point when I put it into a post about how I own a PS2, no?